3. Dream Boy.

Earlier on Today

Me:"Quick! Quick! Pick a Number between 1 and 129!"

Random person on MSN:"Errr...87"

Me:"Dream Boy by Jackie DeShannon...Great."

Random Person on MSN:"Is that saying something about my male intuition...hehe"

Me:"Damn you."

Sooooooo That's how today I shall be reviewing a song, I have never heard of until just now when I thought that I should post something as this is supposed to be daily or twice daily, and having no idea on what song I should pick opted for a random luck of the draw.

So the song of the day is (unfortunately) Dream Boy by Jackie DeShannon. Who is Jackie DeShannon? Jackie DeShannon is an American lass born to "musically inclined farming parents" during World War Two. From the 1960's onwards she had a string of hits, mainly floppy, including umm Dream Boy. Still alive and with her third husband, some director guy, she now lives somewhere in someplace not having made an single for the past 30 years.

So how did the song end up in my possession? Impulse. I'm not one to be an impulse buyer, but in this situation...Yes I was, where is the IBA group having the next meeting? Anyway came across a CD set thing called Girls Groups, Lost and Found. Thought it'd be interesting, got it, ripped it to my computer, bing bing bang I absolutely hate it. Such examples of titles are "Keep Your Hands off My Baby", "Oh No, Not my Baby","He's a Bad Boy","I Can't Let Go" and of course "Dream Boy". Pure Unadultered One Hundred and Ninety Seven Percent Drivel. IT'S FUCKING DRIVEL! True I admit that Drivel is one thing that is a major force in song writing, even today, but the people who complied this album should have left these songs lost and not found, or I should have deleted it off my computer and stick that evil collection on Ebay or in someone else garbage. Too much drivel, not enough, or too much, brain cells to cope with it.

So why should you listen to the song? Don't. I don't want you to. You can listen to the song here though. I wouldn't recommend it, but you can. It's your choice. She basically sings about her Dream boy for 3 minutes and something something seconds, how she met him, how he broke her heart, how she wants him blah blah, accompanied by some drums, guitaring and a tambourine.

Next time I shall pick something awesome to make up for it. Pinky Swears! Maybe even comment me a song below... and I'm gonna rid myself from this album as not to have this happening again.

See You Later!

Ps: Are you wondering why I wrote about a song I clearly don't like? I don't know why either. Why I couldn't say DO-OVER over and over until I found a satisfactory song? Pshh I don't know that either... :)